Bodies
A word
on its own is without a face.
Unheard
On its own to decide a fate.
An existential word
Abhorred.
Bodies
Objects that speculate.
Nobodies
Direct lips to seal fate.
The mind leaves itself
Voids.
Can I steal beauty from a strangers eye
To replicate their lifelong flight?
Just a petty thief in the night
A victim of circumstance in broad daylight.
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I enjoyed this poem and its rhyme scheme. I love ” just a petty thief in the night/a victim of circumstance in broad daylight.” Also, I don’t know if this was intentional, but it’s very cool how the first letter of each stanza is a, b, c. Well written!
Thank you so much! I recommend checking out my previously posted work. If you would like to.
I love the last couple of lines, well done!